210 HUNTING WITH THE ESKIMOS 



enjoyment of a rub down with hot water and soap. 

 Then I shampooed my head, and bathed it well with 

 kerosene oil. My kumik-infested sleeping-bag was 

 sent to Kudlar's igloo for safe keeping until it could 

 be well beaten and aired, and the things I wore on 

 the trip were placed outside in a box until some of 

 the people might pick them. Finally, clean of body 

 and raiment, I turned into my bunk for a long, rest- 

 ful, twelve hours' sleep. 



When I awoke the shack was filled with Eskimos, 

 who had come over from the igloos to welcome me 

 back and express their pleasure at my return. This 

 genuine demonstration of good feeling and hospital- 

 ity touched me deeply. It was an exemplification of 

 the human and really lovable side of the savage na- 

 ture. Presently I returned the visit, calling in turn 

 upon all my friends in the various igloos. 



On January twenty-ninth Kulutinguah and his 

 party came in from Inglefield Gulf, bringing to me 

 my pocket compass which I had left on the Erik, 

 and a letter from Captain Sam Bartlett (with greet- 

 ings from Norton), stating that he had found the 

 compass after I left the ship, and was leaving 

 it with Eskimos at North Star Bay to bring north 

 during the winter night. "I suppose you will re- 

 ceive this by Christmas time," the letter read. Kul- 

 utinguah had met the messengers. He also brought 

 me two finely dressed sealskins for boots, a remem- 

 brance from Anahway, Eiseeyou's kooner. 



Kulutinguah's party suffered severely on their 

 trip. All of them had frozen faces, and Kuluting- 



